June 23, 2012
By EverydayA
(Maine) - A beautiful day quickly turned scary when torrential thunderstorms passed through southern Maine. Returning home from the town beach, Amy headed to Walmart to purchase a floaty raft. She had every intention of returning to the beach to float in the lake and sun herself like a painted turtle on a rock.
When she left the house it was 86 degrees and humid. But the thunder came swiftly and loudly. During the 20 minute drive to the store, the temperature dropped a staggering 17 degrees. Then the skies opened up. If one were to judge the intensity of the rain on the "drizzle to cats and dogs" scale, it would be classified under elephants and rhinos. It was the kind of rain that causes flash floods. The kind of rain that creates lakes in front yards and rivers on each side of the road. The kind of rain that requires your windshield wipers to be on speed "crazy fast" and even then you can't see more than 10 feet in front of you.
Driving 15 miles an hour, Amy finally arrived safely at the store. Many older folk were huddled in the entrance way waiting out the storm but Amy had little patience. With flip flops in hand, she sprinted through a newly paved parking lot. The older folk looked horrified, a young mother grinned. The Massachusetts woman stepped confidently back into her flip flops, wiped the rain from her face and entered the store determined to find a floaty raft.
After surviving such a harrowing ordeal, Amy had this to say, "I had trouble deciding whether to get the floaty tube or the floaty raft." By the time she made her decision, the sun had come out and the rain had gone. Alas, the thunder lingered, preventing the Massachusetts woman from using the very floaty raft she braved the storm to purchase.
Well, you know what they say about the rain in Maine...it gets everything wet.
Update: to this date, the floaty raft, in all of its translucent pinkness remains tightly packaged in its box.
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